When your perceptions become the subconscious mechanism of your every reaction…

In which you presuppose what a situation or thing, a reaction, will be before you are in the moment of happening.

You are then bringing the future to the present, not the true future, only your perspective of what it will be… before it can be anything. This moment when observed in its raw, open, transparent state, using all of your senses… is malleable.

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Two distinct perspectives. Which holds truth? Or is it merely a compromise between us both? Who argues the loudest, reacts violently…in words, action, or deed? Is that the one who holds the truth?

In the simple action of allowing one beat of a breath before accepting or rejecting this moment as it is, without your assignation of your past biases…filtering what it could be, with what you assume it to be….masking the true moment.

Evocative epiphany ensconced throughout the exponential everythingness of each day…

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Suggestively present…

Beckoning me onward, inward.

Days in and days out…

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Outwardly, calm…

Inwardly, tumultuous…

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And then,

One day…

I overcame the gravitational pull inwards…

I came home to my outward expression…

To my words…

To me…

To you.

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Hello old friends, I have missed you… immeasurably much. I am so sorry for my absence. To have been gone so very long. I have thought of you so often… each time sending my love and best wishes to each of you.

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Thank you so so much …for the gift of coming back to your messages of support, for thinking of me. It means more than I can say…

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I’m here now, full of more questions than answers…more ignorance than knowledge. I am ready to begin… again.

The lure and the lie of emotional withdrawal when too many collisions of Memory’s timeline tangle up in a tumultuous ceaseless storm…

Scything…

Shattering…

Lost in a requiem of chaos…

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A dream within a dream…dissimilar yet simultaneously similar as if pages from her life’s book…torn apart, reassembled haphazardly.
While, improbable…nevertheless, making a new whole from the sum of its disjointed parts.

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Past and present fragments collide…

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Cataclysm…

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Anachronistic synchronization.

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I’ve been away and I’ve missed you, each….one…of…you. This is my way of attempting to condense the past few months.

On the crest of a fallen tear…
Encapsulating every hurt…every fear…every disappointment…
As it traces its way down my cheek…it brings forth clarity…insight…

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Hope long suppressed struggles against its oppression…
Begging freedom…
Promising everything…
Seeking no remuneration…
Only opportunity to see itself fulfilled…
To bask in its beautiful rendition…